Future Tough
Nothing positive about the future to write
The future seems shite
That must be why
I only write about what has come pass
The good bit's I somehow gloss over the bad bit's
Because I have short term memory loss
When it involves shame and blame
So what of the future ?
Ask me tomorrow
And I will tell my pen to lie
If I don't like the outcome
Ill just polish my paint's
And get someone else to play me
Portray me
As a multiple gold winner
Thinner and Majestic
Modeled in plastic
Fantastic
Science fiction
Like making predictions
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